When I die,
give what is left of me to children.
If you need to cry,
cry for your brothers and sisters
walking beside you.
Put your arms around anyone and
give them what you need to give me.
I want to leave you with something,
better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people
I have known and loved.
And if you cannot live without me,
then let me live in your eyes,
your mind, and your acts of kindness.
You can love me the most
by letting hands touch hands.
Love does not die, people do.
So when all that is left of me is love…
Give me away…